Beneath the fabric, lace, and thread,
Lies a visage often left unsaid,
A world of whispers, silent cries,
Hidden deep within our eyes.

We wear these masks to shield our fears,
To hide the pain and hold back tears,
A painted smile, a crafted guise,
Conceals the truth behind our lies.

In crowded rooms, we move and dance,
Each mask a symbol of our stance,
We play the roles, we know our parts,
Yet guard the secrets of our hearts.

But when the night draws to a close,
And solitude begins to impose,
The masks fall off, the truth appears,
We face ourselves, confront our fears.